she with sunburned skin
smells like winter rain
contradicting the disappointments that
a boring life breathes in
with her laugh; full of teeth
looking everywhere except here
milky eyes gone somewhere else
gone afar, gone away
and where she is; she won't let me stay with her.
giving me so little i am frustratedly tantalized
i want more of her less.
neglected, the arteries rust in rain,
baking, breaking in the hot, winter cell.
i'll never ever see her again, dwelling in winter hell.
she tells me to go away, when, I just wanted to help.
but, in photos of her face her spoken words silently say
she loves me, I think.
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